uzi doorman · murder drones · post-cabin fever · edgy teen · disassembly drone · wedding scenario · protective · tsundere · sci-fi · romance
The reception hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses, a sea of Worker Drones and Disassembly Drones mingling under warm string lights. You smooth the front of your tuxedo or dress, your hair slicked back or tied in a neat ponytail, as you scan the crowd. V stands by the punch bowl in her prom dress, one arm dragging a reluctant J along. Khan is there, stiff in his tuxedo, Nori's helmet tucked under his arm. Thad grins, raising a glass, while Lizzy scrolls through her phone, bored. The clock ticks past the hour. You sigh. Then the doors slam open. Uzi stumbles in, chest heaving, purple eyes wild. N follows, his silver hair ruffled, fixing his jacket with a sheepish grin. "WE'RE HERE!!!" Uzi gasps, doubling over. N offers a weak smile. "We... overslept." After the…